"So you're so thoughtful." Bai Ran was instantly touched. "I had to trouble you to cook soup for me at home instead of going to work."
"Sigh, now you know that your husband is fine?" Chen Chen raised his head high at Bai Ran's exaggeration.
"Of course. You've already made food for me several times. I don't think you should be a president. You're more suitable to be a family cook!" Bai Ran covered her mouth and smiled. For the first time, she did not deny the identity of her husband.
"Tsk. I gave you a rod, and you climbed up! Even Grandma and the others haven't eaten what I made! You still have the delusion that I'll stay at home and cook for you every day!" Chen Chen blamed her, but his tone was very doting.
"I didn't say that!" Bai Ran pouted aggrievedly.
"Stop talking so much! Eat the soup. It's cold!" Chen Chen scooped a mouthful of soup and fed it to Bai Ran.
"You fed me like this last time," Bai Ran said with a smile and took it.
